"The nurses tell me you're not taking your medication," the funny farm's head shrink opens, his tone both subtly condescending and mildly accusatory. "The pills make me sleepy, but I can't--" shame-faced Sue attempts to explain, defensively crossing her arms while twisting her withered lips into a variety of amusing crazypants shapes before whispering, "If I sleep, it'll come!" "You mean the monster," Head Shrink sighs, having apparently heard all of this addle-brained nonsense several hundred times before. "It killed Annie!" the kiddie-incinerating nutbag protests, but alas! Her protestations are all for naught, for the good doctor simply reminds her of the fact that she's kee-raaayzee! and that, therefore, her severely shattered mind will often play tricks on her. As it does now, in fact, when she spots the nonexistent specter of her unfortunately uncrispified rugrat lurking off to the good doctor's right with a hellish smirk on its smug little preadolescent face, and would it have killed this show to have the nonexistent spectral brat materialize with a couple of strategically placed third-degree burns smoldering all over his body? "I think not!" shrieks Raoul, as sorely disappointed with this unfortunate development as yours truly, and Raoul? "Yes?!" Gruesome suicide. "Oh, my, yes! Quieting down now over here, I'm sure!" Excellent.

In any event, Susan The Kiddie-Incinerating Nutbag actually embraces her schizophrenia, thank you very much, and even takes a moment to wish her nonexistent uncrispified rugrat back to the cornfield from whence he emerged, but she continues to insist with ever-increasing amounts of wild-eyed insanity, "The monster? It is real!" Head Shrink, all but rolling his eyes at her, exposits that Dead Annie was The Kiddie-Incinerating Nutbag's roommate, and nods that Dead Annie's untimely demise touched everyone -- batshit and sane alike -- in the facility, but he suggests, "Perhaps it's easier for you to conjure up a monster than to face how tragic [Dead Annie's] suicide really was." "I can hear it at night in the walls!" Crazy Susan hyperventilates. "You have to believe me!" Head Shrink doesn't have to do jack as far as this lunatic is concerned, and he proves it by ripping off his reading glasses while leaning forward to emphasize, "Hey, Psycho Lady! There's no such thing as monsters!"